Growth

In furrow seeds are planted

Not on concrete roads

So are character molded,

Not on the smooth floors,

Sprouted roots are unseen,

In some small pitchy hole,

But blooming flower fills,

Covering nature with many folds,

Black clouds cover Earth

In filthy gloomy region

After drenched pouring rain,

Rises most dazzling Sun,

Every drop of rain water,

Drown the thirst of soil,

And sprout the long dead seeds,

Covered into authentic fruity toil,

Bright side of life rises,

From dark and deserted burn,

Life is not to cry and wail,

Hope arises with rising Sun…………….

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